中国版三行情书

中国版三行情书
The rose 玫瑰
Some say love it is a river 有人说，爱是条河流，
that drowns the tender reed 它将柔弱的苇叶浸没。

Some say love it is a razer 有人说，爱是把剃刀，
that leaves your soul to blead 会任由你的灵魂淌血。

Some say love it is a hunger 有人说，爱是种欲望，
an endless aching need 一种无尽痛苦的需求。

I say love it is a flower 我说，爱是支花朵，
and you it's only seed 而你，是它唯一的种子。

It's the heart afraid of breaking 害怕破碎的心灵，
that never learns to dance 永远无法学会跳动。

It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance 害怕醒来的梦境，永远无法变成现实。

It's the one who won't be taken 不懂给予的人们，
who cannot seem to give 永远无法让人接纳。

and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live 害怕死亡的灵魂，永远不知生命的意义。

When the night has been too lonely 当深夜显得寂寞不堪，and the road has been too long 当去路显得无尽漫长。

and you think that love is only 当你以为，
for the lucky and the strong 爱只是
幸运者和强者的专利时。

Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows 你要记得，在冬天，
lies the seed 寒冷刺骨的冰雪深处。

that with the sun's love 有颗种子与永恒的爱一同沉睡，
in the spring 当春天来临, becomes the rose 它将蜕变成绚烂的玫瑰。